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Buried Love by O.M

[tabby title="Poem"] How do you resurrect a lie and call it love? Your silence is the kind that shatters windows and disturbs the peace. It is all the things you should have said but never did. It is the core...

What we wrap ourselves in by O.M

[tabby title="Poem"] A green and white doek. Really an ugly green and an off white but When I fold it into a triangle, Raise it above my head, As Napoleon did when he crowned himself, I see my grandmother in...